I am not romanticising the disgusting movie that this quote comes from, i hate that movie but love the quote. Okay thank you enjoyyy!

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You had joined The Boys, with the promise that you could be a part of a resistance. You could kill Homelander, watch Vought crash and burn. You fucking relished in that idea.

Years back, your mother had been murdered by Homelander. You didn’t know the full story but you knew him well enough to know he killed her on purpose, you knew. So, when Butcher made a plan to kill him, you jumped in immediately. Using Soldier Boy, an old dupe they rescued from a Russian lab, as a bomb to blow up Homelander.

Well.. that plan didn’t really, well- go as planned. It failed, Soldier Boy got thrown into a wall and so did Butcher. Butcher passed out on the floor and Soldier Boy stuck under the rubble, also unconscious.

You decided this was the perfect opportunity to enact your revenge. You grabbed your gun, admittedly not the best choice, but a choice nonetheless. You stepped out, walking up to him.

“Your times over fuckface.” You press the gun against his chest, he just stares down at you.

“You know a gun won’t do shit.” He says with that fake smile. He doesn’t move, he just stands, staring. “I can lazer your fucking eyes out.” His smile stayed, psychotic.

“Do it,” You press the gun into his chest harder. “Kill me, fucking murder me,” You push again, harder. “Fight back-“ Your voice was raising, he wasn't reacting.

He just watched. “Go on! Murder me!” You pressed the gun harder into his chest, your hand now shaking. “Murder me like you murdered my mother!” she screams at him, her eyes welling up with tears, she hated that she was still this weak.

You just started repeating it, hitting his chest with your fist and the gun. “Murder me like you murdered my mother! Murder me- like you murdered my mother!” Tears flood your eyes and flow down your cheeks, your forehead resting on his upper chest as you bash your fists into his chest.

He didn’t really know what to do or how to react. He’s never felt bad for anyone.. ever. He’s the Homelander, how can he feel bad for anyone? but he did feel bad.

His smirk faltered. One of his hands gently caressed her lower back. “shhh.. shhh.. it’s okay.” He whispered softly.